heart shaped sunglasses and chocolate

@Poppy

Death, for Klaus, was rather seamless. He got offed, he woke up in hell with a form that was just a bit more magic based than usual, fuzzy and odd at the edges, almost purely his demonic side. So this time, it was an instant transition from burning to death from the inside out, screaming and ceasing to exist, to lying in a room full of soft pillows. Klaus just tried to calm his frantic breathing for the first fifteen minutes or so. His skin still prickled, and when he closed his eyes, he saw flames. He sighed and rubbed his temples.

He accepted a cool, refreshing drink from the server girl that came in. Then, when he felt calmer, he sat at the window, looking out over golden cities and endless wealth. It was a strange contrast to what he'd just experienced, making it seem so very petty and human. His father liked those things, enjoyed screwing around. So did Klaus.

Except, he was more invested than he let on, and so very young. He wasn't weak, though. He wasn't fucking weak.

Time went by differently in hell. Sometimes things were longer, sometimes shorter. Klaus ate meals with his father and siblings whenever possible. He spoke to other important visitors, tried to make this trip useful- even though he knew he'd just gotten himself killed like an irresponsible piece of shit, not planned this as a business project. He tried not to let boredom sink in, however distracted he was.

He made calls to ensure things were still running smoothly back in Manta Carlos, though half of the time he woke people up at four in the morning. It was fine, his employees were used to it. He checked in daily, or as much as the weird sense of days here allowed it, to make sure his baby sisters were okay. They were fine, and that shouldn't ever be surprising with how he set things up, but he still always held his breath, and would let it out again with an intense amount of relief.

It felt like a while. It wasn't, and he was back by February second, good as new, which was accurate to an uncanny degree. This wasn't his first death by far, and occasionally, he stopped to think about how far gone his original body was. The one his mother had given him, that he'd felt the sun with, experienced his bright childhood in. His magic was the same, but the human, physical side of his existence had certainly been chewed up and recreated a lot. If he wasn't as soft as he was, he'd worry about being artificial.

He worked things out with business and family the first day, as well as readjusting to how this side of reality worked. Luckily, this was far more his style, and it didn't take as much as it did in Hell for him to get back on his feet and reoriented. He'd rested in his father's realm, he didn't need to do so any more, he was itching for something more active. He was going to fulfill a promise.

The second day was research, and really, it didn't take much digging to discover Neon. That was his name? Really? Christ, Klaus could've guessed that, or made it one of his usual nicknames without suspecting a thing. Even if not directly familiar, most city-frequenters knew the guy, and Klaus himself thought he'd heard mentions in passing. Neon was just another guy that took on odd jobs, but stood out- and that wasn't purely thanks to Klaus' rather, uh, thirst based mindset. Additionally, he was friendly and likable, but when he'd said he didn't have bigger affiliations, he hadn't been lying. There was a sense of distance here.

Neon had relocated here to go to college up at Starlight, and majored in engineering and writing. Klaus smiled at that, and decided he'd learned enough. His dear killer lived in the grosser area of the Underground (which really, was already unpleasant overall), and as modestly as possible without sleeping on the fucking sidewalk. Though honestly, Klaus wasn't sure what he had was that much of a a step up.

He went over in the late afternoon to check it out, and Neon wasn't there, so he was able to talk to one of the shitty criminals he lived with about his habits. Apparently, he pretty much came home late just to pass out. Klaus was a bit disappointed. He would've liked to drag him out on date, but this was hard to work with. He was giving him chocolate, and could always just leave it in his room, but that wasn't Klaus' style at all. If he couldn't be as flashy as he liked, he'd at least make things personal and direct, and look cute while doing so.

Since his magical signature was already here, Klaus decided he would just wait patiently in Neon's room and see where that went. He left the box of valentines chocolate he'd bought on the one counter, and when he got tired of leaning up against a vaguely not icky wall spot, he just sat on Neon's bed and entertained himself with his phone. Sunlight was far gone, so he tipped his heart shaped sunglasses up onto his head, leaving them sitting nicely beside the roses in his hair. It was cold, though. Klaus hated the cold, so he kept his jacket on and slightly regretted wearing a v-neck. Only slightly, because he took his aesthetics and what looked good on him very seriously.

Past this... Klaus had no plan whatsoever. He was just doing what he said he would, and wanted to do. Was he going to die again? Get kicked out? Have a surprising amount of success thanks to the chocolate bribery? He didn't know.

"Mm. Neon," Klaus mumbled, getting a feel for the name. It was nice to have it. He hummed, feeling possessive and warm, and tried not to fidget.

Neon reeked of alcohol, and was being ever so icy. Klaus just grinned, face lighting up, pleased to be in this man's presence again. It was weird, yes, but he'd been in far more ridiculous situations, self created and otherwise. Besides, he glorified Manta Carlos for its reputation of presenting things like this. Novelties.

He took his sunglasses and briefly put them on his face again, grinning even wider. "Seriously, not charmed at all? Not even a little?" He tilted his head at different angles and preened, modeling. "Here I am, going out of my way to be cute, and you don't appreciate it! Ah, life is tough. I thought this was guaranteed to work. Oh well. I wear 'em for myself, too."

He pushed the glasses upwards again, then peered at Neon. "Lucky? I thought we uh, really established that I'm not against that kind of thing, coming from you. Besides, you've done a lot worse than stab me, doll."

He paused, then leaned closer and smiled, contented. "…Neon. Why are you so hostile, Neon, love? I'm not here to antagonize, I'm delivering gifts and checking up on you. That's it. I'm sorry if you wanted me out of your life, like a one night stand, but I already told you what was going to happen, didn't I?"

Klaus shrugged off his jacket, as though he meant to stay a while. He wasn't antagonizing, just, gently poking. In an affectionate way. Shh. "S'cold. Your 'house' is shitty. That doesn't mean I'm leaving, it just worries me. You wanna snuggle for warmth?"

"Ouch, I might've been offended, but your less than eloquent state is so endearing," Klaus said, huffing a laugh. Honestly, though, Neon had seen him at far worse than just drunk and ruffled, so this was more than fair in his book.

Speaking of drunk. Klaus stood briefly to go steal a few gulps of the unattended Vodka. He wasn't one to resist these things when they were placed right in front of him. He kept his eyes on the other while doing so, though, thoughtful.

That was quite the reaction, and Klaus hadn't even touched him yet. In fact, he wasn't going to initiate jack shit, not with the current state of things. He didn't mind simply spending time with Neon, and if something was to happen, he wanted minimal blame for it- and all the rights to feel fucking smug. Last time, they were both pushing equally, even if in different ways. Klaus wasn't going to force this man into anything, other than being near him and suffering through being rambled at, that is. And tempting was different than forcing.

Klaus hummed. "I like your name. You really should've given it to me before, would've improved the experience. You would've enjoyed hearing it, I promise." He smiled. "I am! Thanks for the enthusiasm, doll."

A pause. "I don't mind the hatred, but this doesn't have to be entirely unpleasant for you, y'know. You get gifts, compliments, and hey, maybe we could even be awkward frenemies! Just gotta open yourself up to it, taking advantage is fine. I'm not going away, so might as well make the best of things rather than…" He squinted. "Uh, having a bad time an' being so grouchy. You doin' okay there, Neon? You don't look so hot. And by that I mean you don't look as healthy, 'cause I definitely still find you super attractive."

Klaus set down the alcohol after one more swig and padded over to Neon again, entirely ready to fuss over him (big brother instincts were hard to shake), sniffing a bit and feeling at his aura for any oddness, and- he stopped, freezing and blinking.

Klaus plopped down in Neon's personal space and closed his eyes, pressing up to him and breathing in, brows furrowed. He opened his eyes again and stared. "You still smell like me," Klaus lately realized, genuinely surprised. He shut his stupid mouth quickly after that, he didn't need to freak Neon out with the implications, but… oh.

In that case, he could afford to be a little bolder. Klaus licked his lips, interested, and moved away just slightly. Only to make Neon want to pull him back again, really. "I do like something about your place- more than like, really. You. And ah, being a fan of the cold is fine, but… you can still appreciate a certain kind of heat, can't you?" Klaus purred, already giving off the exact heat he was referring to. If his hand drifted its way to Neon's waist and lingered there, well, it couldn't be helped. Who could judge either of them for anything that happened here, now?

The initial stuff, when Klaus was around, had been very deliberate. He'd gotten everything possible of him on Neon, enthusiastic and insistent, placed concepts in his head and let them sink in. It'd been around a week since then, and this was a stubborn guy he was dealing with. If he really didn't fucking want to so strongly smell like Klaus, he wouldn't, but he did. He had royal greed demon all over him, sickly sweet and powerful- mixing with that fantastic city scent and creating something even more addicting. It was stirring up all sorts of arousal, not to mention deeper attachment, in Klaus.

Neon seemed pretty affected too, and was having a real bad time attempting to cover any of it up. That suited Klaus just fine. He wanted to tease the other about just how fucking gay he was, but it'd probably ruin the lovely buildup of tension they had going. He'd just do that later. They had all the time in the world, even though the squirming feeling in his stomach was getting a bit… insistent. Especially at these reactions. The icy man who'd tortured and murdered him without remorse certainly was responsive, wasn't he? It was an absolute delight. Klaus watched and savored everything, more color in his face by the second, fingers twitching.

He was fine with being shoved and losing contact for a moment, if it meant getting Neon on top of him instead. Klaus swallowed, and his heartbeat could be felt on his skin. His eyes were half closed, watching Neon intently through a haze of heavy lust. No chatter to be offered, just this.

As soon as Neon kissed him, Klaus fully took it as an invitation to drop his earlier polite restraint. His magic flowed freely and affectionately, more freshly associating itself with Neon, needy and claiming. While intense, it was also more gentle this time, since it now thought of Neon as, well… his, rather than something it had to pushily win over. Klaus matched the show of violence in the kiss at first, but then curled his fingers into Neon's hair, other hand sneaking up to the other's ass (listen, he'd been thinking about touching it for too long already, he was done resisting the urge), and deepened it. Made it more intimate and drawn out. None of this was anywhere near mild. Klaus felt like electricity was dancing along his body, and he wanted to share that with Neon. He groaned and moved a bit, wanting to press their hips together, get some friction. He was dying here, all too much heat coming off him.

He peppered Neon with quick, excited kisses, then took a moment to look up at him and memorize the view. "You're so gorgeous," he gushed, an easy, stupid smile on his face to go along with the overly honest words. "I'm in love."

Klaus' breathing was similarly rough, and his thoughts kind of halted thanks to the way he was being looked at. His breath hitched, and after that, the greed and repetitive mental compliments came back full swing. "Swoon," he mumbled, then shutting up. He was more than ready to go along with the other request, oh, god.

He'd already had his moment of blanking, so instead of doing that again, he further let himself be consumed by want and intensity. Wow, did he ever fucking love freckles- and those tattoos were probably going to become a turn on of their own. He tugged at his lip with sharp teeth. His hands trembled at his sides, and he just managed not to run them over every inch of this man.

"I know you told me to shut up, but... where's good for touching?" It wasn't the same for everyone, so he'd rather not assume something and make Neon feel shitty. Not like this. That awareness was the only reason his mind was even on this, as he didn't care otherwise. "'Cause, ahh, I really, really need to touch you right now. Fuck, just let me worship you, beautiful."

Everything was too hot. Klaus wrestled with his own jacket and shirt, kicking off his pants and underwear irritably after Neon pushed them down, a little urgent at this point. He just wanted skin on skin, no boundaries- he wanted everything.

He closed his eyes, feeling pleasure wash over him, Neon extremely close and inviting. Klaus sat up a bit and lightly gripped his hip, other hand sliding up and down the curve of his back. The demon opened his mouth to suck at and bite along Neon's neck and shoulders, leaving marks, fond.

He moved, slow, restraint very weak but just managing not to pin and take his darling. He wanted him to have the control, despite his own desire. The fact that their current state felt very indulgent and dirty helped a lot, so he enjoyed just pressing at Neon with no real rhythm, thinking about how good he felt against him- and how much better even more would be. Christ, Klaus was really fucking hard. He nudged Neon a bit and kissed him eagerly.